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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a little girl named Isabel. It was Isabel's dream to become a fairy to help others with her magical powers, so she applied to a school that specialized in teaching little girls how to find their inner powers and strength to do good in the world. It was Isabel's first day in class, and she met her fairy godmother professor named, Lily. Lily was a kind and nurturing person who always tried to encourage her students to do their very best. Today, Lily said, we are going to learn one of the most important concepts in becoming a fairy, and that is how to fly. I will sprinkle fairy dust over each one of you, and with this dust, if you truly believe in yourself, then you will be able to do anything, including fly. All of the other students closed their eyes as the fairy dust was gently being sprinkled in the air by Lily. I can fly said Martha, one of the students. I can fly said Melinda, another one of the students. After a short time period, all of the students in the class were flying all the way up in the sky. Lily was so proud of all of them. That is all of them except for Isabel.

A coughing old monk opened the heavy wooden door, creaking on mildewed hinges and entered a musty cloister, his quiet home.Pressed against his nose, his long sleeves of cotton gave him relief from an incessant drip, while the other hand levied a softly glowing candelabra to illuminate the dark. His eyes, concealed behind heavy wrinkles, attempted to peer through the dust-filled air-twinkling specks of dust floated in the space. The enclosed cavern, clearly bereft of any human activity.Smacking his ever-parched lips together, the man cleared his throat and pulled closer his tattered tawny robe, causing dust to fly about his leisurely gait."Abbot be cursed-damned, these younglings will ne'er learn." The strange old man quickly crossed his body and whispered an apology. "Aye, pardon my impertinence, O' Lord, for the words that doth escape my lips, yet behold, my heart doth burn with ire... aye, an ire ignited by thy initiates. We do provide sustenance and refuge unto them, that they